A Mic is A Mic is
A MIC
and they’ve come to rip it
pull its’ cord clear out the socket.
To blow it up with verbal bombs
over-enthusiastically they’ve lost their calm
some of their words just belong
on the walls of johns
cause all their doing is talking shi+.
At 90 words a minute
90 words a minute
90 words a minute
Trying to fit
as many word phrases and hooks as they can
thinking that ripping mics
is the only way to win poetry slams
Me I don’t give a d*mn,
about pieces that violently
trip about the shi+ they rip.

A Mic is A Mic is
A MIC
and they’ve come to rip it
pull its’ cord clear out the socket.
They consider themselves
lyrical masters
when others consider them
as verbal master-baters.
Strictly saying things for shock value
is valueless if it’s not truth
from your soul.
Strictly using your verbal
skills to break **** apart destructively never building, never making
anything whole.

A Mic is A Mic is
A MIC
and I’ve come to heal it
cause this microphone is alive
with ancient griot spirits.
After they’ve ripped this here mic to death
I come right behind them and resurrect
healing mics from
foul verbal breath
treat it like a child nestled against mothers breast
I put out my hand touch mic
and it is healed
pull out verbals that audiences can feel
unwrap my poetry scrolls and break the seventh seal
without subjecting audience to rhetoric
I speak thoughts on just about any subject
from time
to the n*ggaz that be droppin dime
from metaphysics
to whack hip hop lyrics
from love
to safe sex body gloves
from hate
to kicking ***** of n*ggaz that rape
from truth
to what the hell is happening to the youth
from lies
to what happens when microphones die
when they die
I come by and gain respect cause I came to teach minds while I mic
resurrect.
So after each poet trying to kill the mic
has ripped it I will just come over and touch it
A mic is
A mic is A mic
do what you feel with it
kill it, maime it,
explode it, shoot it, **** it, rape it, rip it